Still running in circles, Noah slams a fist into the wall a few times. Indeed, he isn’t in a fit state of mind to appreciate much, but he knows damn well that he’s being taunted and that’s almost worse than the fuckery happening to the room surrounding him.
Then the lights go out.
“Ah!”
Noah stumbles in the sudden darkness, coming to a halt on his hands and knees. He breathes in and out, the rasping breaths doing little to calm his hammering pulse. He doesn’t have enough time to even begin to calm down before the lightning flashes, drawing another yelp out of him. He crawls hastily backwards, glancing up towards the source of light.
This time, a proper scream is ripped out of him, long, loud, and piercing. A few words, mostly oaths, attempt to sputter out of him but die halfway out in favor of raw noise.
By the time all the lights are all finally back on Noah is sitting on the floor, partly curled up with his eyes shut and his hands pressed over his ears.
It takes a few moments for him to cautiously open his eyes, move his hands, uncurl himself, and actually register what the Host is telling him. But then he twists himself around, finally spying an exit, and wordlessly bolts out of the horrible gallery.
He doesn’t go far, just enough to get out, before grasping the nearest solid surface and attempting to address his host.
“Not- meaning to- What the fuck did you mean then-” Noah tries to spit out the words, inject venom into him, but his throat is now too hoarse for him to manage much.
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Date: 2018-12-17 11:39 am (UTC)Then the lights go out.
“Ah!”
Noah stumbles in the sudden darkness, coming to a halt on his hands and knees. He breathes in and out, the rasping breaths doing little to calm his hammering pulse. He doesn’t have enough time to even begin to calm down before the lightning flashes, drawing another yelp out of him. He crawls hastily backwards, glancing up towards the source of light.
This time, a proper scream is ripped out of him, long, loud, and piercing. A few words, mostly oaths, attempt to sputter out of him but die halfway out in favor of raw noise.
By the time all the lights are all finally back on Noah is sitting on the floor, partly curled up with his eyes shut and his hands pressed over his ears.
It takes a few moments for him to cautiously open his eyes, move his hands, uncurl himself, and actually register what the Host is telling him. But then he twists himself around, finally spying an exit, and wordlessly bolts out of the horrible gallery.
He doesn’t go far, just enough to get out, before grasping the nearest solid surface and attempting to address his host.
“Not- meaning to- What the fuck did you mean then-” Noah tries to spit out the words, inject venom into him, but his throat is now too hoarse for him to manage much.